Peacock twins

audacious solar peacock

arising in the morning

to fan tail feathers

across the heavens

in hues of the hearth

a brazen blazing flash

into the once sullen

serenity of the dark

he withdraws his

amber glow flowery

show and tosses his

luminous crown through

the blue celestial sea

where it's caught by

his twin waiting in

all his pretentious glory

The barrel

he lives in a barrel

the barrel most foul

emptied of spirits

to make you crow and to howl

the wood of the barrel

has drunk it all dry

at least that's his claim

he speaketh a lie

his liver gave notice

and told him good bye

he sits in his wasting

and wonders to himself why

"I've lived when I fancied

didn't fancy a lot

I worked for a living

and a living I sought

but happy is fleeting

its lasting all for naught

what good is working

if from it life can't be bought?"

he lives in a barrel

the barrel most foul

emptied of his spirit

no crowing, not a howl

it lays in the bottom

of a six feet deep hole

the barrel took his body

yet the spirits took his soul

Of shadows

in the shadows
of the forests

I plant my feet

in hope they

grow like roots

to travel the

underground

the dark damp

where worms

feed and rock

melts in water

and in time

in the shadows

of the crowds

I raise my arms

in hope they

grow like trees

to see above

those around

the hollow mass

where worms

feed and souls

melt in boredom

and in time

Luna

she waited around

this morning

perhaps for a lover

that never showed up

perhaps for someone

worth waiting for

I longed to see her

for whom she was

but all I could ask

myself was is she

half empty or half full

Oh brother

oh brother

you're poor

your debt

is the blood

shed on

foreign shores

and the bodies

in your backyard

you don't see

anymore

or choose to ignore

oh brother

you're not

so big

for the bigger man

would have

done more

yet you're poor

not noticing

the holes in

the pockets

of your soul

loosing all

your change

to one step forward

three steps back

oh brother

don't bother

why start now

you're locked in

those irons

of the machine

printing your cash

with deaths

of your people

red on the green

just in time

for your

Christmas card

Office balloons

these tethered stars

bounce in the HVAC

currents, casting shade

from fluorescent suns

a once bold metallic

foil plump with new

inflation now sags

as helium dreams seep

through the ether

these tethered deflating

dreams sway above

their dreamers in

their cubic cells

Cooled coffee

there's a temperature

that coffee reaches

when I can only taste

the flavor of large

dandelion leaves

that are full of bitter

chlorophyll and minerals

of course my tongue

would have simply

thought of the flavor

at that temperature

as merely cooled coffee

if it had never had

that little spring herb

mingle with its buds

Eat up

this modern diet

has something to be desired

so much indigestion

is obvious from what

spills on to social media feeds

yet our minds follow suit

to our stomachs growling

for the chemical laced

temporarily satisfying

and of the utmost convenience

ground up whatever

between two sesame seed buns

and our minds

eagerly munch on all

salacious rumors

scandalous behavior

and outrageous insults

that are hurled

in this summer camp

food fight that was

started by whom?

Of lost marbles

of lost marbles

that wash ashore

on rain swept ditches

of barren dirt roads

landlocked pearls among

the tiny glimmers

of broken glass and

smaller yet the shine

of grains of sands

washed away

the smaller yet

broken body of the earth

the dusty silt

pouring downhill into

creeks and rivers and tides

of lost marbles

collecting near nails

and other bits of rusty

fragments, teeth of the past

reveal their smile

in the ditches

of barren dirt roads